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towerofanimus2014-03-09 03:51 pm
averytinyparticle) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-09 03:51 pm
04. send my thoughts to far off destinations
Characters: Quark and open
Setting: All day March 9th, Dorm 1-12 and the first floor dorms, the cafeteria, library, and media room.
Format: Either, I'll follow.
Summary: Quark's just trying to have a nice day, keep himself busy and out of trouble. Feel free to join him; he wants to make some new friends! Just don't give him any kissing books to read, or kissing movies to watch.
Warnings: None for now.
Dorm 1-12/Dorm Floor 1, Morning
[Now that Quark has roommates, he's much quicker about getting out of bed. He tries to be quiet, because he wants to be courteous in case anyone else is still asleep, though he's not exactly an early riser himself. He used to be, when he was working all the time back home with his Grandpa, but he's had more than enough time now to break himself of that habit. In a manner of minutes he has the sleep rubbed from his eyes, his coat and hat situated, and is on his merry way to greet the day. Well, he still yawns groggily as he sways his way down the first floor. He can often be found stopping in front of doorways to read the names. Now that everything's all shuffled up and he's not all the way down on the fourth floor where they weren't very many people, he wants to get familiar with who his neighbors are, if only by name!
If he finds a door open and an individual awake, especially if it's someone he recognizes, he's likely to give a friendly little "good morning" wave.]
Cafeteria (Floor 1), Late Morning
[Once Quark felt suitably ready for breakfast, he made his way down to the Cafeteria through the elevator and made his way immediately for the food. In a matter of minutes he had a tray piled up with more chocolate chip pancakes than he could very likely fit into his tiny stomach, and a tall glass of chocolate milk. His Grandpa probably wouldn't have approved of wastefulness, or being so voluntarily unhealthy...but Quark was young and they looked far too delicious to pass up, especially after the previous month where the menu had been so unappealing.
As he takes a seat and begins to eat, he sighs. The chocolate is so yummy, but it's kind of sad that so many of the people he'd met in the Tower weren't around for him to enjoy the food with, anymore. Quark tries to cheer himself up as he swings his feet, which don't quite reach the ground, underneath the table. He'll just have to enjoy it for them! It was a good thing, in that case, that he had snagged so many pancakes.]
Library (Floor 3), Early Afternoon
[Way too full of pancakes, Quark decides to walk a little bit to help himself digest. Before too long, he's made his way to the third floor, where he remembers that, being a library, he needs to behave himself and be quiet. But it's such a big library, it seems like a good idea to walk around there for a little while instead of walking up and up the stairs. It's been a while since he's found any good books to read, especially with Darres (who had been helping him find stories), and it seems like a good idea as any to take his mind off of everything that happened last month.
There's still so, so much to learn, and Quark really does enjoy learning.]
Hmmm...
[Quark frowns as he chooses an aisle to stop on and starts methodically picking out interesting-looking books. Some of them are too complicated, others sound boring. He makes a face as he puts back a particularly tomantic-looking hardcover with a grimace. This is going to take forever.]
Media Room (Floor 14), Late Afternoon
[Eventually, Quark gets tired of reading. He takes a couple books with him and heads further up the stairs, where he makes the executive decision to step off into the media room. What better way to follow reading than to rot your mind with television? Humming pleasantly to himself, Quark claims a beanbag, which he drags over to a stack of disk cases and settles down to look through them. He's never heard of any of the titles, of course, not that he would have even if they were something he could actually find on his homeworld, not owning a real television or DVD player.
Should anyone approach him, however, he's likely to shove one of the aforementioned disk cases into his or her face with a chilidsh lack of subtlety.]
Hey, have you ever watched this one before? Did you like it? Is it good?
Setting: All day March 9th, Dorm 1-12 and the first floor dorms, the cafeteria, library, and media room.
Format: Either, I'll follow.
Summary: Quark's just trying to have a nice day, keep himself busy and out of trouble. Feel free to join him; he wants to make some new friends! Just don't give him any kissing books to read, or kissing movies to watch.
Warnings: None for now.
Dorm 1-12/Dorm Floor 1, Morning
[Now that Quark has roommates, he's much quicker about getting out of bed. He tries to be quiet, because he wants to be courteous in case anyone else is still asleep, though he's not exactly an early riser himself. He used to be, when he was working all the time back home with his Grandpa, but he's had more than enough time now to break himself of that habit. In a manner of minutes he has the sleep rubbed from his eyes, his coat and hat situated, and is on his merry way to greet the day. Well, he still yawns groggily as he sways his way down the first floor. He can often be found stopping in front of doorways to read the names. Now that everything's all shuffled up and he's not all the way down on the fourth floor where they weren't very many people, he wants to get familiar with who his neighbors are, if only by name!
If he finds a door open and an individual awake, especially if it's someone he recognizes, he's likely to give a friendly little "good morning" wave.]
Cafeteria (Floor 1), Late Morning
[Once Quark felt suitably ready for breakfast, he made his way down to the Cafeteria through the elevator and made his way immediately for the food. In a matter of minutes he had a tray piled up with more chocolate chip pancakes than he could very likely fit into his tiny stomach, and a tall glass of chocolate milk. His Grandpa probably wouldn't have approved of wastefulness, or being so voluntarily unhealthy...but Quark was young and they looked far too delicious to pass up, especially after the previous month where the menu had been so unappealing.
As he takes a seat and begins to eat, he sighs. The chocolate is so yummy, but it's kind of sad that so many of the people he'd met in the Tower weren't around for him to enjoy the food with, anymore. Quark tries to cheer himself up as he swings his feet, which don't quite reach the ground, underneath the table. He'll just have to enjoy it for them! It was a good thing, in that case, that he had snagged so many pancakes.]
Library (Floor 3), Early Afternoon
[Way too full of pancakes, Quark decides to walk a little bit to help himself digest. Before too long, he's made his way to the third floor, where he remembers that, being a library, he needs to behave himself and be quiet. But it's such a big library, it seems like a good idea to walk around there for a little while instead of walking up and up the stairs. It's been a while since he's found any good books to read, especially with Darres (who had been helping him find stories), and it seems like a good idea as any to take his mind off of everything that happened last month.
There's still so, so much to learn, and Quark really does enjoy learning.]
Hmmm...
[Quark frowns as he chooses an aisle to stop on and starts methodically picking out interesting-looking books. Some of them are too complicated, others sound boring. He makes a face as he puts back a particularly tomantic-looking hardcover with a grimace. This is going to take forever.]
Media Room (Floor 14), Late Afternoon
[Eventually, Quark gets tired of reading. He takes a couple books with him and heads further up the stairs, where he makes the executive decision to step off into the media room. What better way to follow reading than to rot your mind with television? Humming pleasantly to himself, Quark claims a beanbag, which he drags over to a stack of disk cases and settles down to look through them. He's never heard of any of the titles, of course, not that he would have even if they were something he could actually find on his homeworld, not owning a real television or DVD player.
Should anyone approach him, however, he's likely to shove one of the aforementioned disk cases into his or her face with a chilidsh lack of subtlety.]
Hey, have you ever watched this one before? Did you like it? Is it good?
Dorm Floor One
[As Rick straightens his glasses, his new neighbor finally comes into view. Rick smiles brightly and offers a small wave, a quiet hello that will hopefully not disturb others trying to sleep.]
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[Quark catches himself mid-greeting and immediately amends his exuberant volume, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.]
Good morning, Mr. Rick. I hope you slept really well last night.
[It had only been a few nights since he'd found himself transferred up to the first floor, but gosh, Rick always seemed to be up so early!]
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...A-Are you, ah...a-adjusting well?
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[Quark pouts, shuffling his feet as he considers the answer to the question. He doesn't wanna be ungrateful, but he doesn't want to lie, either.]
I mean, I guess it's nice not to be alone all the way down there anymore...but my roommates are kinda hard to talk to. At least so far.
[Never, not once, did Quark think he'd find a reason to say he missed Dio of all people. And yet...]
Mr. Dio was a mean roommate and would always mess with my stuff without asking, but it was still kind of nice to have someone from home. Even though he was a total jerk.
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...I'm s-sure they'll, ah...w-warm up t-to you s-s-soon. [They only just met him, after all!] J-Just...g-give them s-s-some t-time.
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His lips pull themselves together in a pout as he shuffles his feet. Regardless, there's hope in his eyes.]
I really hope so, Mr. Rick. It's kind of scary being in a room with mean adults...
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I-I u-u-understand. [He chuckles.] ...I'm s-s-scared of b-b-being in a r-room with m-mean a-a-adults, t-too. I'm...s-sure they're n-not th--that m-mean, though.
[A beat.]
...C-Can I a-ask...who they a-are?
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I haven't talked to them much but the names on the door say Naoya and Mitchell. I'm not sure which one is which really because when I tried to introduce myself to one of them he wouldn't even tell me what his name was!
[Remembering this, Quark can't help but frown a little. It was frustrating when you tried to be nice and didn't get treated nice in return.]
There was another person but he disappeared right away so I don't remember what his name was...
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...M-Maybe they j-just...n-need to s-s-settle in. [If they were separated from their old roommates, after all, they could be sad and possibly even suspicious of anyone new. That makes some sense.] Y-You c-c-could...t-t-try to s-see w-what they l-like? Make a p-present f-for them?
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[Quark scrunches up his face. He could do that...it might nice of him...but what if they didn't like his presents and laughed at him or threw them in the garbage?]
Last time I made a present for somebody he disappeared and never got to see it.
[That had been disappointing. And a waste of materials and time. Quark had given up making presents for his friends after that, not knowing how long any of them would actually stick around in the future.]
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...I-I'm s-sorry. [A beat; he rebounds with slightly more confidence.] --I-It's the th--thought, though, i-isn't it? Even i-if they d-d-don't get it...